Cheeks pink from the chill, we zip, buckle, clip in. It hasn’t snowed in a few days but we should still be able to find some powder in the glades. Gliding through the frosted forests, Jess has a moment of inspiration—for dessert we’ll have Buche de Noelle! We carve a line home, where Grandpa has nodded off in the recliner while Mom and Dad put the finishing touches on the tree. Maybe tomorrow, Santa will bring us some more snow…